"Syril, what's your ability?"
It was a harmless question, a question that should have been easy to answer under any circumstance, yet Syril felt his heart skipped a beat.
That one question. That one question he prayed Sherry shouldn't ask. Yet, she had asked.
In truth, he expected this. He knew the woman was going to ask. Not after seeing him handle two grown men possessing lethal abilities with an 'ability' she couldn't identify.
Howbeit, it hurt that he wouldn't be able to tell her the whole truth or the truth at all. He still had to keep his ability a secret.
He had prepared for this anyways. It was part of the plans.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Sherry spoke again.
